"I do."
"Good!" the Chief continued, "Let my son look."
He then went up to the stake and fastened to it the feather and lock of hair Blue-fox had given him.
"This feather and this hair will remain here until the man to whom they belong returns to claim them," he said.
The Apache Chief answered in his turn—
"I swear on my totem to come and redeem them at the appointed time."
"Wah! My brother is free," Black-deer continued; "here is the feather of a Chief; it will serve him as a recognition if the warriors of my nation were to meet him. Still, my brother will remember that he is forbidden communicating in any way with the braves of his nation ambushed round the village."
"Blue-fox will remember it."
After uttering these few words without even exchanging a look with his son, who stood motionless by his side, the Chief took the feather Black-deer offered him, leaped on the horse which had brought the young man, and started at a gallop, not looking back once. When he had disappeared in the darkness, the Chiefs went up to the boy, bound him securely, and confined him in the Medicine Lodge under the guardianship of several warriors.
"Now," said Black-deer, "for the others."